Today it is my distinct privilege to announce the repeal of “Don’t Ask, Don’t Tell.” No, no, not that DADT. The other DADT. You know, the one I described in my Feb. 7 column about my neighborhood — Hazel Dell But The Good Part — adopting a policy on being openly Texan.
Explaining the HDBTGP doctrine, I wrote: “No one can ask if you’re a Texan. How you barbecue in the privacy of your own backyard is nobody else’s business. … As long as you aren’t flaunting the Lone Star lifestyle, you are accepted.” Just be careful not to “mutter something deviant like ‘How ’bout them Cowboys?’ ”
So today I’m a free man, no longer forced to hide my indigenous orientation. Just as well. Our little DADT wasn’t working out anyway. This stupid drawl was always a dead giveaway.
On the more serious level, you’ve got to look at last week’s repeal of the real DADT and believe, as President Obama predicted at Wednesday’s signing ceremony, “that people will look back on this moment and wonder why it was ever a source of controversy in the first place.” Indeed, that’s what many Americans think about other historic steps in our march toward equality. As we review the pioneering steps taken by women into the voting booth, people of color into a fully integrated military, and interracial couples down the wedding aisle, we always wonder why it had to take so long.